A/N: Lo and behold, the first actual chapter! **Gasp** Tis a miracle, and
only a few days after the prologue. Thanks to Ihni, Snowshoe koneko..and
that other, anonymous user for their wonderful reviews. And now.back to the
kittens.
Schuldich grinned to himself, emerald oculars sparkling with mirth. Just ahead of him, his albino partner was contenting himself with letting his gaze travel about the crowds, growling or lashing out at anyone that struck his fancy. Occasionally, Schuldich had to restrict the movement of the pale man in order to keep him from mauling someone, but not too often, of course. It will be a good day today. the German thought, mildly amused with Farfarello's antics. Despite the Irishman's tendencies, Farfarello seemed to be much saner than many people thought him to be, he simply wished to entertain himself. Suddenly, the boy stopped, insistently staying in one spot despite Schuldich's efforts to tug him into movement once again.
"Farfarello, you're holding up our visit with the kittens. If we're going to go and see them, it will have to be soon. You -do- want to see them, don't you?"
He was answered with a hurried nod as Farfarello reluctantly pried himself away from the corner, mumbling incoherent phrases that might have been Irish cursing. With a little shake of his head, he continued through the crowd, weaving through the mass of people that blocked up the streets. Light tugs on the leash every so often reminded his partner of their destination, and slowly but surely the pair made their way down the street. Closing his eyes, Schuldich attempted to remain in the calm state that the rest of the world saw. I won't let it get to me.they're not really here. Immediately, the German lashed out into the air, clutching in his hand a butterfly that had been hovering about his shoulder. Vaguely aware of his surroundings once again, he closed his slender digits around the fluttering pest, restricting the movement of the creature just enough to make it uncomfortable. How strange it was, that he hadn't crushed the being yet, for it would be so easy. With a light shrug, Schuldich released the butterfly from its fleshy cage, watching it flutter a bit tipsily away. He felt detached, somehow, as if everything was covered in a fog, and it was hard to think straight. A few moments later, the crowd of people thinned and Farfarello was at his side again, sticking close against him. The surprisingly soft voice of his companion struck him out of his euphoric state, head snapping up to attention.
"Schu, are we there yet? If we don't hurry, the kittens will already be busy entertaining their masters."
Schuldich gave a little chuckle, then. Of course, Farfarello wanted to cause a little destruction to start off the day, (breakfast was the most important meal, after all.} but the telepath had other plans. Keeping his pace constant despite Farfarello's firm straining, he strode up to the flower shop, looking over the anxious faces strewn about the crowd. Their thoughts were thoroughly entertaining; each of the Weiß boys seemed to have their own miniature fan club. Thin lips curved into a grin, skimming over the giddy schoolgirls' minds. Oh, Omi's just the sweetest boy in the world! One remarked. I hope that dreamy Aya's here today..he's simply to -die- for, so mysterious! Ken's the only one for me, all tanned muscles and athletic body.Ignoring his mental self-discussion for the moment, he glanced over to Farfarello, who was currently pulling rather insistently at the end of his leash. The German pushed rather rudely through the crowd of females, standing in front of the mass of estrogen and giving a light smile.
"Sorry, ladies.but I've got -urgent- business with one of the owners."
Schuldich couldn't help but snicker at the women gawking at Farfarello, who seemed to be enjoying the attention immensely, spouting Irish swears and barely coherent growls. Hurrying the white haired man along again, he pulled up the already unlocked grate that covered the entrance, stepping gracefully into the softly lit room. Glancing about, he noticed only one of the members of Weiß present, his counterpart likely outside for his morning cigarette. Thanks to the ever-addictive nicotine, Schuldich was in luck.
Blurring into a shock of ginger locks, he swiftly darted in front of the unsuspecting boy, broad, confident grin plastered on his face. Leanly idly against the countertop and resting one arm against it, it's match leisurely stroking along the side of his neck, thoughtfully.
"Well, well.good evening, kitten. You should know by now that there's strength in numbers."
He was met with a fiery gaze, the boy's eyes immediately narrowing. "Mastermind...what do you want?"
"Don't call me that, verdammt." The German paused, mulling over a good answer for the boy. "I want to know what an innocent little kitten like you is doing without the others, Omi.."
Schuldich grinned, taking a single step forward to catch the boy's wrist in his grasp, pulling him towards his chest. The younger boy reacted as Schuldich expected, trying to tug away from the offending grasp as if the touch of the man's hand burned him
"Let me go!" The boy's voice called out hollowly, deep blue eyes wide with fear, "Stay away from me! YOHJI!" He cried out desperately, though he knew for a fact that the older blonde could not have heard him from the other side of the brick wall.
Taking the opportunity, Schuldich tightened his grip around Omi's wrist, letting his mental voice caress the boy's mind But Omi, I came here just for you.Farfarello had mentioned to him more than once that when he spoke to someone mentally, his voice sounded more silken, seductive. And that said a lot, considering the pale man could barely sense any emotion or feeling at all. The lithe boy shoved him away, slender fingers forming a fist as he gave a low growl, spitting out, "Get out of my head!" Before throwing all his body weight behind his fist and slamming it into where would have been Schuldich's chest.had the German not moved a split second before the hit would have landed. Easily sidestepping the boy and causing him to lose balance, he wrapped his arms around the boy and pressed against him, purring in his ear.
"Poor little kitten left all alone without mother.but what about father? Oh.father's gone too, isn't he? Pity.."
With that, Omi lashed out, swiftly pulling a dart from his pocket and slamming it forward, aiming for the German's chest once again. This time, he'd been a bit quicker, managing to imbed the dart into Schuldich's shoulder. A flash of white was seen as Farfarello lunged at him, knocking the boy off his feet.
"Farfarello! Get off him, now. Go play with Kudou." Schuldich spat.
Nodding, Farfarello dashed out into the alleyway, disappearing from the pair's sight. Omi had managed to get about halfway to the door before the telepath spotted him, blurring in front of him and shaking a disciplinary finger.
"Tsk, tsk..you should know that you can't get away from me that easily, Bombay..? I thought more highly of you than that." He began to back the blonde up, delighting in the way his face paled as he hit the hard barrier of the back wall. The cries he heard from the alley confirmed that Farfarello was having no problem with Yohji, and before long the boy returned with a very unconscious playboy. The Irishman smirked, tips of blood-tinted teeth glinting.
"This kitten's going to find himself trapped in the wolf's den all too soon."
Schuldich grinned to himself, emerald oculars sparkling with mirth. Just ahead of him, his albino partner was contenting himself with letting his gaze travel about the crowds, growling or lashing out at anyone that struck his fancy. Occasionally, Schuldich had to restrict the movement of the pale man in order to keep him from mauling someone, but not too often, of course. It will be a good day today. the German thought, mildly amused with Farfarello's antics. Despite the Irishman's tendencies, Farfarello seemed to be much saner than many people thought him to be, he simply wished to entertain himself. Suddenly, the boy stopped, insistently staying in one spot despite Schuldich's efforts to tug him into movement once again.
"Farfarello, you're holding up our visit with the kittens. If we're going to go and see them, it will have to be soon. You -do- want to see them, don't you?"
He was answered with a hurried nod as Farfarello reluctantly pried himself away from the corner, mumbling incoherent phrases that might have been Irish cursing. With a little shake of his head, he continued through the crowd, weaving through the mass of people that blocked up the streets. Light tugs on the leash every so often reminded his partner of their destination, and slowly but surely the pair made their way down the street. Closing his eyes, Schuldich attempted to remain in the calm state that the rest of the world saw. I won't let it get to me.they're not really here. Immediately, the German lashed out into the air, clutching in his hand a butterfly that had been hovering about his shoulder. Vaguely aware of his surroundings once again, he closed his slender digits around the fluttering pest, restricting the movement of the creature just enough to make it uncomfortable. How strange it was, that he hadn't crushed the being yet, for it would be so easy. With a light shrug, Schuldich released the butterfly from its fleshy cage, watching it flutter a bit tipsily away. He felt detached, somehow, as if everything was covered in a fog, and it was hard to think straight. A few moments later, the crowd of people thinned and Farfarello was at his side again, sticking close against him. The surprisingly soft voice of his companion struck him out of his euphoric state, head snapping up to attention.
"Schu, are we there yet? If we don't hurry, the kittens will already be busy entertaining their masters."
Schuldich gave a little chuckle, then. Of course, Farfarello wanted to cause a little destruction to start off the day, (breakfast was the most important meal, after all.} but the telepath had other plans. Keeping his pace constant despite Farfarello's firm straining, he strode up to the flower shop, looking over the anxious faces strewn about the crowd. Their thoughts were thoroughly entertaining; each of the Weiß boys seemed to have their own miniature fan club. Thin lips curved into a grin, skimming over the giddy schoolgirls' minds. Oh, Omi's just the sweetest boy in the world! One remarked. I hope that dreamy Aya's here today..he's simply to -die- for, so mysterious! Ken's the only one for me, all tanned muscles and athletic body.Ignoring his mental self-discussion for the moment, he glanced over to Farfarello, who was currently pulling rather insistently at the end of his leash. The German pushed rather rudely through the crowd of females, standing in front of the mass of estrogen and giving a light smile.
"Sorry, ladies.but I've got -urgent- business with one of the owners."
Schuldich couldn't help but snicker at the women gawking at Farfarello, who seemed to be enjoying the attention immensely, spouting Irish swears and barely coherent growls. Hurrying the white haired man along again, he pulled up the already unlocked grate that covered the entrance, stepping gracefully into the softly lit room. Glancing about, he noticed only one of the members of Weiß present, his counterpart likely outside for his morning cigarette. Thanks to the ever-addictive nicotine, Schuldich was in luck.
Blurring into a shock of ginger locks, he swiftly darted in front of the unsuspecting boy, broad, confident grin plastered on his face. Leanly idly against the countertop and resting one arm against it, it's match leisurely stroking along the side of his neck, thoughtfully.
"Well, well.good evening, kitten. You should know by now that there's strength in numbers."
He was met with a fiery gaze, the boy's eyes immediately narrowing. "Mastermind...what do you want?"
"Don't call me that, verdammt." The German paused, mulling over a good answer for the boy. "I want to know what an innocent little kitten like you is doing without the others, Omi.."
Schuldich grinned, taking a single step forward to catch the boy's wrist in his grasp, pulling him towards his chest. The younger boy reacted as Schuldich expected, trying to tug away from the offending grasp as if the touch of the man's hand burned him
"Let me go!" The boy's voice called out hollowly, deep blue eyes wide with fear, "Stay away from me! YOHJI!" He cried out desperately, though he knew for a fact that the older blonde could not have heard him from the other side of the brick wall.
Taking the opportunity, Schuldich tightened his grip around Omi's wrist, letting his mental voice caress the boy's mind But Omi, I came here just for you.Farfarello had mentioned to him more than once that when he spoke to someone mentally, his voice sounded more silken, seductive. And that said a lot, considering the pale man could barely sense any emotion or feeling at all. The lithe boy shoved him away, slender fingers forming a fist as he gave a low growl, spitting out, "Get out of my head!" Before throwing all his body weight behind his fist and slamming it into where would have been Schuldich's chest.had the German not moved a split second before the hit would have landed. Easily sidestepping the boy and causing him to lose balance, he wrapped his arms around the boy and pressed against him, purring in his ear.
"Poor little kitten left all alone without mother.but what about father? Oh.father's gone too, isn't he? Pity.."
With that, Omi lashed out, swiftly pulling a dart from his pocket and slamming it forward, aiming for the German's chest once again. This time, he'd been a bit quicker, managing to imbed the dart into Schuldich's shoulder. A flash of white was seen as Farfarello lunged at him, knocking the boy off his feet.
"Farfarello! Get off him, now. Go play with Kudou." Schuldich spat.
Nodding, Farfarello dashed out into the alleyway, disappearing from the pair's sight. Omi had managed to get about halfway to the door before the telepath spotted him, blurring in front of him and shaking a disciplinary finger.
"Tsk, tsk..you should know that you can't get away from me that easily, Bombay..? I thought more highly of you than that." He began to back the blonde up, delighting in the way his face paled as he hit the hard barrier of the back wall. The cries he heard from the alley confirmed that Farfarello was having no problem with Yohji, and before long the boy returned with a very unconscious playboy. The Irishman smirked, tips of blood-tinted teeth glinting.
"This kitten's going to find himself trapped in the wolf's den all too soon."